A blog is supposed to be a personal project, an egotistical act that celebrates your own interests and life events. If other people decide to come and indulge in your stories essentially making you a one ring, Z-List tabloid of sorts then that's great. Every blogger always appreciates that.
However, today, I wanted to share someone else's life, or, at least, talk about someone important in mine.
On the very first day of graduate school, in our very first class, I met two wonderful people. Kim, Jill and I sat next to each other in our Introduction to Literary Theory class due to familiarity and fear. We were drawn to sit down next to one another as we were the only blonds in the room and had decided to seek shelter in this frightening new voyage we had all embarked upon by surrounding ourselves with similar faces. By the end of the class we had all decided to get together for dinner to better know each other and to further complain about reading Joseph Conrad's, Heart of Darkness for the umpteenth time in our academic lives. While we eventually made friends with nearly everyone in our class the three of us carried a special supportive bond that's been indispensable to us all.
It's four years later, and yesterday Kim and I attended Jill's wedding to a upstanding man named Alan. Held at a winery in Morgan Hill (it was, oddly enough, located across the street from the local High School) the wedding was intimate, simple, and clean. Freshly composed of white linens, hydrangeas and lavender it was one of those weddings most little girls dream about and preenact with courts of stuffed animals.
Jill looked beautiful, Alan looked stunning, and the parents looked proud. Of course, so were Kim and I. Congratulations, Jill. I love you lots; and may your marriage be as engaging, intelligent, and as fun as you are.